A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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Love Me Tomorrow

Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day

Love me again like you did the first day

Lo

A Special World
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see

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koi pagal kehta hai to koi diwana kehta hai

me tumse dur kese rahun tu mujhse dur kese ra

kya hai zindgi

 

bante bigadte halato kaa 

hisaab hai zindgi 

har roz

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